This left Mu Qianyue pleasantly surprised; she hadn't expected there really to be a place like this in the world!
After picking the Heartless Grass, Mu Qianyue and her companions walked through the lush, dense forest, preparing to head back to Qingzhou City.
Suddenly, voices came from up ahead; they saw a group of six or seven blocking the middle of the road.
"Jin Xiaoying, how dare you dirty my dress? Do you have any idea how important this dress is to me? My mother spent a fortune to buy it from Moon Clothing Workshop! If it's ruined, are you going to pay for it?" In the crowd, a garishly dressed young woman twisted her brows in rage, pointing at the girl in front of her and cursing furiously.
The girl was about fifteen or sixteen, slim and a bit short, with a tender, immature face; but her brows and eyes were like a painting, features exquisite, like a fairy stepped out of a scroll. Paired with that pitiful, helpless gaze, she was especially easy to feel sorry for.
